Three days later, there was the Qiongfeng School Scripture Pavilion. Diaphragm

Ye Yuan used his spiritual power to send the last history book of the sect back to the high shelf, his brows furrowed, and he seemed to be preoccupied.

Although there are several records in the book, the Forgetful Peak was attacked by foreign enemies and became a battlefield.

However, in those battles, the casualties on several sides were not large, and it was not enough to form such a large-scale sea of filth.

Moreover, the cultivators of the Hehuan Sect also had a special secret place for the tribulation, and it was not on the Forgetfulness Peak, which meant that the Sea of Filth was not formed because of the resentment of the cultivators' failure to cross the tribulation.

Therefore, after browsing the history, Ye Yuan was still confused.

There was only one possibility that Ye Yuan could think of at this time.

That is, a certain person of the Hehuan Sect, or a certain sect master, secretly did something terrible. Diaphragm

Like what... raised tens of thousands of little white faces or something, and only then did he accumulate such a large amount of resentment~

Of course, this possibility... Minimal.

After all, there is no need for such a thing to be done in secret, just come openly.

Moreover, the female cultivators who have advanced cultivation have extremely high vision, and there are only a handful of them in the entire cultivation world who can see them.

In addition, according to the records in the book, there are still a large number of old antiques on the Peak of Forgetfulness.

These old antiques are extremely high in cultivation, and they are the supreme elders of the Hehuan Sect, and even the sect master does not dare to come nonsense.

Although the reason for the formation of the Sea of Filth could not be found, it was impossible to get Ye Yuan to give up this fat meat to his mouth. Diaphragm

"Although the cause has not been found, it is still good to be familiar with history, at least I know that the safety of life on the peak of forgetfulness is still guaranteed."

Ye Yuan walked out of the Scripture Pavilion slowly, turned a corner, and looked in through the open window, the school hall was empty, and there was not a single student.

"Well, what about people?"

Looking up at the sky, the sun had already passed noon, and Ye Yuan suddenly realized.

"It turns out that it's already afternoon."

"I've been reading books too seriously these days, and I've actually ignored the time changes."

The square with Qiongfeng is very close to the school, less than two hundred meters, but there is a bamboo forest in the middle, which is the one where Sun Ru picked up the little green bottle. Diaphragm

How else to say that she is the daughter of luck and the protagonist of the Mandate of Heaven.

That bamboo forest is full of people every day, and it has never been broken.

But no one else could discover the existence of the little green bottle, but Sun Ru found it the first time he left, and picked up the little green bottle.

Isn't this physical luck?

The quiet bamboo forest, the ground is mottled with light and shadow, the breeze is coming, and the bamboo leaves are rustling, which should make people feel noisy, but they unexpectedly compose a natural and harmonious music, which makes people feel peaceful.

Halfway through the walk, Ye Yuan looked to the left, and sure enough, there was a small pit, in addition to three or two withered yellow bamboo leaves, there was also some fresh soil.

According to Sun Ru's little pot friend, the small pit was originally covered with bamboo leaves. Diaphragm

At that time, she didn't pay attention and stepped on it.

Then, like a gourd, he rolled out for a long time.

Fortunately, there were a lot of bamboo leaves on the ground, and she was not injured.

Intrigued, she went back and gouged for a while, and then found the little green bottle covered with a thin layer of dirt.

Originally, she didn't care too much, but she couldn't open the little green bottle, and she was unwilling, so she brought the little green bottle back.

Thinking of this, Ye Yuan had already come to the side of the small pit.

The nose inhales hard, and all the odor molecules in the pit are revealed. Diaphragm

One by one, specific images appeared in her mind, withered yellow bamboo leaves, blackened soil, embarrassed Sun Ru...

After a while, Ye Yuan muttered to himself with some confusion.

"It's strange, there is no smell of the little green bottle!"

"That day, I obviously smelled the special smell of the little green bottle!"

"Is it dissipated, or is it erased?"

Ye Yuan looked around suspiciously, of course... He didn't see anything.

Ye Yuan was not reconciled. Diaphragm

He immediately communicated with Qiankun Ding, and a vague force suddenly spread around, and instantly reached the edge of the bamboo forest, and then... It came to an abrupt end.

The next moment, this force contracted wildly, and instantly returned to its original point, disappearing.

It's as if it never happened.

But as a result, there is nothing abnormal in the bamboo forest, and the same is true underground, which is an ordinary bamboo forest.

This is the result of Ye Yuan's investigation, and it is almost impossible to go wrong.

If... If it's wrong, then it's not something that a mortal monk can do.

"Forget it, if you can't find it, you can't find it." Diaphragm

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The square with Qiongfeng is extremely wide, the size of a dozen football fields.

The square is paved with white jade, and there is a formation underground, which can clean itself and be unscathed by the attacks of the Jindan monks.

This is a good place for Qiongfeng's low-level disciples to practice the Dao Method.

Of course, Sun Ru's little pen friend, who has just started, naturally has no Taoism to cultivate.

Like her, the new disciples are still in the stage of laying the foundation, and as for learning the fighting methods, it is still very early.

At the edge of the square, Qiu Yu was inspecting a group of junior sisters who were exercising and educating them. Diaphragm

"Zamabu is the first step in refining the body, and it is the foundation of the foundation."

"I know some people may ask, Zamabu is a mortal method, and we are monks, why do we use such mortal methods."

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No one spoke, and many small radish heads were squatting, their legs trembling slightly, and sweat was pouring down.

The whip in Qiu Yu's hand was gently pumped, and a little pot friend whose movements were about to be deformed said "eh", and his posture immediately became standard.

Seeing that there were more and more small pot friends who couldn't hold on, she could only speed up, keep pumping, and explained.

"Although it is only a mortal method, this is indeed the best cultivation method for beginners."

"You must still be wondering, why do you want to cultivate immortals, right?" Diaphragm

How many little pot friends want to say, they don't want to know, they just want to rest.

Unfortunately, they didn't dare.

Standing for an hour was already tiring, and they didn't want to stand for another quarter of an hour.

When they first started, they thought that the mature and steady Senior Sister Qiuyu... It's an amiable big sister.

But now it seems that she is simply an iron-faced and selfless female devil.

Before, there was a new disciple who was so weak that Zamabu was about to faint.

The result was good, and I was stunned by the female devil who was sobered up with a whip. Diaphragm

The continuous miserable screams frightened them! All of them are like little quails, and they don't dare to smile with her anymore.

Qiu Yu completely ignored the many pitiful little eyes below, and said to herself.

"Remember, the body is the root of everything, at least before the Ascension."

"Not to mention the catastrophe, if you don't have a good body, it is very likely that you will end up in ashes."

"Let's just say that the current cultivation, if your health is not good, you may be blown up by your own spiritual power, in short, the refining of the body must not be taken lightly, you know?"

"Yes!"

The little radish heads roared weakly, and they didn't dare to use too much force, otherwise the movements would be easy to deform. Diaphragm

Although the female devil's whip can correct her posture and not leave any scars, but... It really hurts!